NOW, LET'S SEE...
It's awesome when we have no fear. When we know no limits or boundaries. When we think totally outside the box. Heck, there isn't even a box. And there never was or will be.
But somewhere along the way, we lose that freedom. We're told we can't do something. That it's too dangerous. But we don't believe it can happen to us. That stuff only happens to others.
I had a blonde haired boy and I have two blonde haired grandsons, so I hope the boy in the picture didn't try this hill. I figure it's a double exposure (do they still do that?) or a cut-and-paste. But I still like to think that somewhere, some boy, hopefully older, tried to make this ride. Hopefully he succeeded and had a great thrill. Hopefully, it opened doors and stretched his limits. Maybe it gave him confidence and a little cockiness.
I hope he didn't try it again. And I hope the boy didn't have blonde hair.
It's awesome when we have no fear. When we know no limits or boundaries. When we think totally outside the box. Heck, there isn't even a box. And there never was or will be.
But somewhere along the way, we lose that freedom. We're told we can't do something. That it's too dangerous. But we don't believe it can happen to us. That stuff only happens to others.
I had a blonde haired boy and I have two blonde haired grandsons, so I hope the boy in the picture didn't try this hill. I figure it's a double exposure (do they still do that?) or a cut-and-paste. But I still like to think that somewhere, some boy, hopefully older, tried to make this ride. Hopefully he succeeded and had a great thrill. Hopefully, it opened doors and stretched his limits. Maybe it gave him confidence and a little cockiness.
I hope he didn't try it again. And I hope the boy didn't have blonde hair.
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